Disclaimer: I do not own the Twilight series or any associated characters, nor do I have any rights to "Be the Match" or the "National Bone Marrow Registry." No copy right infringement intended.

Author's Note: This is it, thanks for coming along!

For more information on how you can join the bone marrow registry go to: www(dot)marrow(dot)org


The day I saved a stranger's life was the day my life was forever changed.

Looking back on that day, it was maybe one of the most significant days of my life. It was the day I saved a life, and it was the day I started living.

Edward came back the next morning, as promised and released me from the hospital. I gave him my phone number, my facebook name, my email and even home address. There was no way I was letting him go. I hoped I didn't seem too desperate. Then he gave me all the above of his contact information and added in his twitter account. Guess I wasn't the only desperate one.

A sweet looking little girl in a wheelchair was in the hallway as I left. I knew who she was instantly as she seemed to brighten up at the sight of all my flowers.

"That's her, that's her," she squealed.

"Now, now Emily, you remember what Dr. Cullen said, it's a secret," the mother scolded only half heartedly as she gave me a meaningful look.

I gave Emily one of the daises Edward had given me. What do you say to the girl whose life you saved? And what does the girl whose life you saved say to you? The answer is nothing, not yet at least, not here. We both understood each other on some level. She smelled the daisy and gave me a smile- that said it all.

Edward checked on me regularly after I had been released from the hospital. It was a rough week that followed. I finally made it back to work on Wednesday, only barely so.

Life got back to normal, only better. Edward and I went out often. It seemed we both had stumbled into each other's lives at the perfect moment. Some would call it fate, I think that belittles it. The circumstances that brought Edward and I together where a chain of events set in motion by decisions we'd each made in life: Edward's decision to follow in his father's noble footsteps, making a living of helping people and my decision to sign up for the bone marrow registry and to go through with the donation.

They say that a patient seeking a non-related donor in the registry has a 1 in 20,000 chance at matching the donor. I was that one for Emily. That is not fate; that was destiny.

Some would say that a happily ever after is even more rare. I would disagree.

The End